Molten Chocolate - S01 E52

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Molten Chocolate - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

Jasmine's POV

I was officially six months pregnant.

I was trying my best to lean forward and massage my own two feet. I'd been having muscle spasms, pain, and my feet were swollen because I wasn't relaxing as a pregnant woman ought to be. After the failing attempts, I gave up and laid back on the large, leather couch in the mansion's living room.

Evan took me back to his house as soon as I was discharged from the hospital. He said he wasn't taking any chances, especially since the culprit hadn't been caught. He gave my mom and Zenia the keys to one of his penthouses and said they could stay as long as they liked.

Zenia was back in school now, and mom got a promotion at her job, so they both were usually busy.

I turned on the television and browsed through the channels.

I wonder what's Evan's Netflix password?

I turned off the television and my eyes shut, but I wasn't sleeping.

I heard his voice coming from the front entrance, and the baby instantly started moving around inside of me.

I sat up on the couch and pretended to be looking at the television again.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he saw me.

"Umm, nothing," I answered. Silly me, I had thrown the remote across the table and could not reach it in time, so I was looking at a blank television screen.

"You ought to turn it on," he said and did it for me. And, as if he were reading my mind from earlier, he input his Netflix password and handed me back the remote. "You ate?" he asked sharply. He hated it if I skipped my meals, and I was certain he told the chefs to keep tabs on my daily meals.

I nodded as I selected an animated movie: Brave. I loved animated movies.

"Okay." He departed for the stairs.

I watched him walking up the steps, looking like a sexy hunk, briefcase in his left hand and loosening his neck tie with his right.

Oh, how I wish I could undress him right now.

After an hour, he came back downstairs wearing a black tank top and knee-length shorts. He sat down at the other end of the couch and threw my feet onto his lap. He popped open a tube of rubbing gel and began rubbing and massaging my feet gently as he took glances at the movie.

"You know, you didn't have to do that," I said once he was finished and my feet felt so much better.

"I know. I just wanted to." He laid back into the chair with his hands behind his head.

His manly scent traveled to my nostrils and it was taking everything in me to not climb my pregnant self onto him.

Hormones, I thought to myself and rubbed my shoulder unconsciously.

"Your shoulders are hurting too?" his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"No. I'm fine now."

Without listening, he got up and went around the chair. I felt the goosebumps coming as his hands met my shoulder and began massaging me there, too.

"You know, you should be resting in your comfortable bed. You're looking drained," he said, almost in my ear.

"Okay," I said and got off the chair.

He followed right behind, like my body guard. He help me into bed and turned on the television for me in the room.

"You're okay?" he asked, causing the baby to start bouncing up and down inside me again.

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"Ooff," I said, holding my stomach.

"He's kicking? Can I feel?" He came over to me.

I raised up my T-shirt and allowed him to feel the little soccer player in there.

"That's so amazing. Hey, little guy. I can't wait to meet you."

We were having a boy. We'd found out two days ago.

"Can you stay with us for awhile?" I asked, using the baby to get his company a little while longer.

I missed Evan, and I wished things had gone differently and I wasn't such a fool.

Without answering, he sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at me.

"Don't give me that look, Jasmine."

"What look?"

"Those puppy eyes. I already know what you're thinking, and I already know how sorry you are for breaking up with me."

"Evan, I never broke up with you. You broke up with me."

"No. You broke up with me when you quit your job and left in the arms of another man."

I heaved a sigh as I remembered the gala and what happened there. I cussed myself.

"Evan, I'm very sorry for what I did. I was so stupid and--"

"Jasmine. I don't want to upset you or anything, but I'm not going through this with you again."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Okay. What if you had come from a background where nothing was ever enough, and you grew up as the provider for Emma and Emily, and you were my personal assistant and I was the world's strictest boss."

"Is this going somewhere Jasmine?"

"Please listen, I need to get this off my chest."

He nodded and I continued.

"What if your mom had a serious lung condition almost all your life, and you didn't have the money to get her the lung transplant that she needed to save her life. You tried everything, even applied for loans, but everything failed. And the doctors tells you that your mom has a month or less to live.

But you recently reconnect with an ex, who happens to be a millionaire, and you tell her to lend you the money to save your mom. The ex disappears the following day or so, but the hospital calls and tells you that a contribution has been made towards your mother's lung transplants. Wouldn't you defend the person who paid for everything-- the ex you asked to lend you the money?"

I had hit a nerve because he looked deep in thoughts. He laid back and stared up at the ceiling.

"That's my question, Evan," I added.

"Jasmine, you know I would've given you the money if you had been upfront about the situation, right?" he finally asked.

"Evan, when we woke up in the same bed, once upon a time, you made it clear there wouldn't be anything between us. I didn't want to ask you for the money and have you thinking that I was trying to blackmail you or something. Evan I'm really, really sorry, and I know saying that doesn't make a difference because the damage has already been done, but I'm really sorry for everything I did to hurt you."

"It's okay Jasmine."

He got off the bed to leave but I quickly held onto the end of his tank top as if I was holding on to it for dear life.

"Jasmine, let go."

"No."

"Jasmine, stop acting crazy."

"I don't want you to leave me anymore. I want us to be a family when the baby gets here."

I had listened to his mother's advice. She told me I should apologize to him and let him see how sorry I was and tell him what I wanted from him. She said he wasn't a mind reader and, if I didn't tell him, he wouldn't know.

"Jasmine," he spoke again, but he wasn't making an effort to actually pull away from me. He was just standing there, deep in thoughts and looking away from me.

"Stay."

"I can't. Let go."

"No."

"EVAN!" we heard another voice calling for him.

I let go of him immediately and watched as he slowly left the room to meet up with her.

Aria fricking Goode.

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A/N Author's Note

I mean... She's always popping up 😂😂 I should of named her

'Aria Popcorn'.